⚠️I’m just giving you a fair warning ok⚠️
This IS a fanfiction, even though I write with my OCs and all I am still a fan girl at heart. All of my fanfictions are labeled so you can’t complain if you do read it. This is a 2006 Tom kaulitz fanfiction so if you don’t like that, DONT READ IT GENIUS! DONT say i didn’t warn you. But if you do enjoy stories like this I LOVE YOU and I really really hope you enjoy what I’ve decided to throw into this one.
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She didn’t grow up with a safety net.
No loving parents. No soft landings. No place to fall when things got heavy.
So Cairo Voss built her own.
In the form of late-night jam sessions. Shared cigarettes on rooftops. A busted van, a garage full of amps, and four bandmates who would die for her before they let her fall apart again.
Cairo and the Saints weren’t supposed to make it.
But they did.
Now she’s seventeen, on the verge of fame, and finally feeling something close to safe.
Until they walk in.
Tokio Hotel.
Louder. Wilder. Already legendary.
And Tom Kaulitz? He’s the last person she should ever let close.
He’s everything she swore she hated—
cocky, reckless, a heartbreaker wrapped in guitar strings.
But when Cairo starts to crack under the weight of being everything for everyone, he’s the only one who hears the silence underneath her scream.
What starts as tension becomes something deeper.
What starts as rivalry becomes recognition.
And what started as a band tour?
Becomes something like family.
This is for the kids who had to raise themselves.
For the ones who built home in the people who stayed.For the ones who carry their past like a melody and still sing anyway.
Mic Check — coming soon.
Plug in. Burn out. Hold tight. You’re gonna feel this one.